Aasim - Dead Ya Damn Self (Pt. 1) lyrics
[Aasim - Dead Ya Damn Self Pt. 1 lyrics]
Yo, big man
If you want respect, you gotta earn it
You damn right!
You gotta be ready to throw down
Stand up and die for that shit! EOB
Let me take you on a journey
Of sight and sound
My mic sound nice, check 1, 2, check 1, 2
A coward dies a thousand death
A soldier dies at one
Aas' apocalypse, the endin' of a chapter
Beginnin' of a poetic rapture, crowd capture
My rap stature tower over the rafters
Cry later and bow to the master, laugh now
Act now, black face, white state of mind
I'm a cash cow, MAC blaow, nigga, back down
Act proud of a nigga bringin' flow back
Frontin' niggas see me postin'
In the background
And I don't wear throwbacks
I'm a scientist definin' what life
Is to black youth
As opposed to white kids in
The 'burbs with big houses
They mothers and fathers is both rich spouses
So I dig out the back of big booty bitches
I love ghetto girls
I can't stand bougie bitches
Gimme Remy and some "do me" bitches
And when it's heavy
I got them double barrels and uzi bitches
Ah-choo, excuse me, I flow sick
At you like ol' pussy, no dick
You ain't nicer than the N-IC
If you gamble, nigga, bet I be, jackpot
Nigga
You gotta snatch some collars and
Let them motherfuckers know
You there to take them out!
Any time you feel like it!
You gotta get the ground beneath yo' feet
Partner!
Get the wind behind your back or go out
In a blaze if you got to!
Otherwise, you ain't shit!
You might as well be dead ya damn self!
If you want respect, you gotta earn it
You damn right!
You gotta be ready to throw down
Stand up and die for that shit! EOB
Let me take you on a journey
Of sight and sound
My mic sound nice, check 1, 2, check 1, 2
A coward dies a thousand death
A soldier dies at one
Aas' apocalypse, the endin' of a chapter
Beginnin' of a poetic rapture, crowd capture
My rap stature tower over the rafters
Cry later and bow to the master, laugh now
Act now, black face, white state of mind
I'm a cash cow, MAC blaow, nigga, back down
Act proud of a nigga bringin' flow back
Frontin' niggas see me postin'
In the background
And I don't wear throwbacks
I'm a scientist definin' what life
Is to black youth
As opposed to white kids in
The 'burbs with big houses
They mothers and fathers is both rich spouses
So I dig out the back of big booty bitches
I love ghetto girls
I can't stand bougie bitches
Gimme Remy and some "do me" bitches
And when it's heavy
I got them double barrels and uzi bitches
Ah-choo, excuse me, I flow sick
At you like ol' pussy, no dick
You ain't nicer than the N-IC
If you gamble, nigga, bet I be, jackpot
Nigga
You gotta snatch some collars and
Let them motherfuckers know
You there to take them out!
Any time you feel like it!
You gotta get the ground beneath yo' feet
Partner!
Get the wind behind your back or go out
In a blaze if you got to!
Otherwise, you ain't shit!
You might as well be dead ya damn self!